Uncle Li looked at me with great interest, then looked at his son's appearance, and was very curious, and said to me, "Son-in-law, I have this question together with Zhen'er."

"Your Highness King Yue, my father-in-law, actually the Confucian ancestors also hold the same principles as my son-in-law, but it is just a mistake for later generations to understand." I raised my head proudly, with a very high expression, like a cultural fighter who was unrepentant, with confidence overflowing with my literary temperament. At least, Li Yan, who was only tall and only had the tip of my nose, could only look up at my forehead, which was shiny because of my wisdom. Well, it seemed like oily sweat.

"My sister-in-law's words are awkward. Although it has been a thousand years since the words of Saint Kong, many people have explained it to him. Zhen has read many annotations. Could it be that my sister-in-law still has new insights?" Li Zhen raised his fingers in anger.

"That's right!" I pointed my head with certainty. The ancients used classical Chinese records. Classical Chinese is the national treasure of our China. Classical Chinese is very wonderful, but it will also cause ambiguity in interpretation by later generations.

There was an idea in my mind, yes, that is, to renovate and edit a large number of ancient Confucian classics to make them more adapted to the national conditions and national system, and believe that the development and progress of society will take a bigger step. But first, let’s make my reputation as a literary master. When my reputation in the academic world reaches an unparalleled height, I will eliminate the cultural ideas that I think are dross and eliminated. In this way, perhaps, history will truly enter a great way that even I can’t imagine.

"Son-in-law? How are you doing?" Uncle Li shouted a few times but didn't wake me up. He simply patted my shoulders, and then woke me up from the intoxication of turning into a demon butterfly and flaunting my wings and tampering with history.

"Why don't you say anything about the virtuous son-in-law? I'm still waiting for you to explain which Confucian wise man has the same view as you." Uncle Li said unhappily. Li Zhen, who was beside him, staring at me with a dark face, feeling extremely resentful about me ignoring his existence.

I smiled at the Confucian little man Li Zhen who was half a bottle of water: "I'm sorry, I'm recalling the words of Saint Confucius, and I hope that Your Highness, King Yue, will not blame him."

"You are a family. Don't put any vain gifts, or talk about the serious business." Uncle Li couldn't wait to know when Saint Kong had said something to support economic development.

I quickly smiled and said, "Okay, my father-in-law, in fact, Saint Confucius does not object to people's pursuit of wealth. He even emphasized that seeking wealth is human instinct. In his words, wealth and honor are what people want, and poverty and lowliness are what people hate."

In a simple sentence, Uncle Li was settled. This was indeed what Kong Lao Er said, at least it expressed that he also had some pursuits, the same despise of the poor and the rich. He liked to live in a tall building, and was willing to be rich in food and clothing. He must also hate living in a cowshed and horse wing, and eating braised vegetables. It is precisely this point that reflects that Kong Lao Er is also a mortal, and he also has the pursuit of ordinary people, which is exactly what I need.

When I twisted my head and saw Li Zhen, who was still dissatisfied, was still trying to speak. Humph, let's let you be defeated by my hands like your master, Old Man Kong. Only then can I show the ability of a scholar and an educator in the Tang Dynasty.

He showed two front teeth towards Li Zhen, politely waved his long sleeves, reached out to take out a hand from his waist, and took a folded hand from his waist. With a swish, he slapped it and slapped it in front of his chest. He closed it and hit it in his palm. After finally showing off a complete set of playboys who were about to tease people, Fang Zi smiled faintly and said, "There is a sentence in the Analects of Confucius: 'It is a sentence that can be rich and can be sought. Even if a whip holds a whip, I will do it. If you can't ask, follow what I like.' Confucius mentioned here the issue of the relationship between wealth and honor and Tao. If you are noble, you can pursue it: if you are not in line with the Tao, you cannot pursue it. Then, he will do what he likes. From here, you can see that Confucius does not oppose being an official or making money, but it must conform to Tao. This is a matter of principle."

Li Zhen was stunned. The beads of his eyes turned for a long time before he could recall them. He couldn't find any refutation of my words for a long time. He was extremely angry and thought that I was avoiding the truth and pretending to be in vain. He continued to provoke to me: "Hmph, since that's the case, then I ask you, why did Saint Kong insist that a gentleman was ashamed of his words? Could it be that this was the contradictory thing to Saint Kong?"

Hehehe, maybe I can't explain anything else. I have discussed this sentence with my old man who is wearing the skin of a pseudo-Confucian scholar, who is actually full of utilitarianism in his bones. The answer has been solved long ago. At that time, my father praised us as a young young man. If we hadn't had the time to do so, I would have already published a book called "The Analects of Confucius" to play.

We are not just having enough to find our old man to have nothing to do. To educate others, we must first ensure that our knowledge is higher and more profound than the other person, and at least we can surpass the other person in terms of cultural heritage. For example, my father has become my master with his cultural literacy. Since I heard that I was educating two princes and students, the old man has been mixed.

I am happy that Uncle Li's emphasis on his son has increased a little. After all, being the teacher of all the underage children of Uncle Li can be regarded as a great honor. However, the old man is very worried about my level of education, for fear that I will not teach well and lose the face of our house family. Of course, after eating every day, the old man will have an extra job. He often talks with me about ancient classics and bombards me with his elder brother. What a lot of people, I heard it so much that I was so angry that I couldn't hide. One was my father and the other was my elder brother. I couldn't just run into the toilet with my stomach after eating, right?

Let’s learn, since I’m learning, I’ll show the motivation to learn. Anyway, I’m only in my early sixteen years old now. Although I’m older, I’m at least better than young. There were no computers and Internet cafes in ancient times that interfered with my studies. Fortunately, the habit of memorizing lessons over the years and the supplement of overloaded nutrition every day have made my brain more awake. After reading every ancient classic, I can remember a rough idea.

Perhaps, this is a hidden disease caused by encountering magical quantum waves or antimatter when traveling through time and space. Of course, I hope this disease can be inherited, which is even better.

"And what Your Highness said: A gentleman is a metaphor for righteousness, and a villain is a metaphor for profit. In fact, it should be explained in this way: If you can not be moved by profit, and think about righteousness first when you see profit, you are a gentleman: if you see profit, you forget your righteousness and abandon the principles of life, you are a villain." I stood up, raised my hands, and raised my head, just like when Kong Lao Er stood in front of his pigpen, discussing the world-wide academic papers with seventy-two students: Confucianism. [Continued:]

And I, as the most famous educational reformer in the Tang Dynasty, am using the Confucian spear to break the Confucian shield!

Li Zhen was stunned and stared at me with a dumbfounded glance, as if he had seen the Martian invasion of the earth, and more like he had seen a great philosopher sitting upright in front of him at the beginning of the 16th year of Zhenguan in the Tang Dynasty, pointing out the place of light for these lost travelers in the world and telling the mystery of the truth.

Li Zhi and Li Shen's eyes were fanatical and admiring, and their very passionate eyes seemed to see a golden halo growing from behind his master's forehead, and a golden lotus floated under his butt.

Uncle Li frowned and looked at me, lit his head frequently, rubbing his hands constantly, and wanted to applaud me. Look, our explanation is really called classic, and it also connects all the previous and subsequent remarks that Confucius said. I wonder what this little nerd has to say.

Sure enough, Li Zhen was stunned for a while before repeating, "A gentleman is like righteousness, and a villain is like profit..." His eyes were confused and difficult to understand. I decided to help Li Zhen, but when I turned my head, I saw Uncle Li sitting next to me. I decided to put away the idea of ​​being a blowjob, or use a lion roar to switch to the back of his evil son. After all, we are embarrassed to play a big stick on the back of his evil son in front of Uncle Li. In that case, it is very likely that Uncle Li will follow suit and give me a blowjob, and ask while beating: "I think you hurt?! Do you understand?!"

When I walked to Li Zhen and approached a little, I shouted in a deep voice: "A gentleman has sacrificed his life to seek righteousness. If he talks about it with profit, then what a man wants is nothing more than life, and what he hates is nothing more than death. Who can sacrifice his life to seek righteousness? He just sees the meaning, but does not know that profit is profitable, but villains are the same." If the sound explodes, thunder will flew in the hall.

Poor, King of Yue Li Zhen, who was trained by Kong Yingda and became a nerd, was indeed shocked by me as if he was struck by lightning. It was like the golden lunch box he was originally holding suddenly turned into a lump. Well, it was a very yellow thing, shocked, painful, and enlightened, floating on his face alternately, and his mouth was always repeating the truth revealed from my mouth. The folding fan in his hand had fallen to the ground at some point.
Chapter completed!